Novel & Cerita Chaos Slayer

"Look at you! You're... you! All tall and broody with those villain-in-a-romance-novel cheekbones and that morally ambiguous bank account!" He looked amused. "And you?" "I'm chaos in heels, baby!" she shouted, standing too fast and immediately gripping the back of the chair to keep the floor from flipping her off. "I am unfiltered Black girl magic with a highly suspicious sense of timing! I insult people by accident! And on purpose! And I have been kicked out of not one but two group chats for 'disruptive energy.'" Ren chuckled. "You say that like it's not exactly why I like you."

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

It’s the distraction I need from trying to drain the damn male myself but the burn in my throat won’t go away any time soon. I'm able to swiftly move out of the way, and Tate's father of all people is there waiting with a stake and I can only assume he was on in this little plan. Suddenly at least a dozen other Shadows all appear, many are our best warriors. Baby vampire after baby vampire comes out of nowhere at us, and we take them all down. When I can catch my breath, I’m completely covered in blood and guts, and I bend to try and wipe my sword on a corpse’s back.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

Sweet Kharl Axiel, you thought me to hear beyond walls and see beyond lights. You stood with me in the light, and waited for me patiently; all the times I crossed the line and confined in darkness. You always stood and waited patiently for me until I crossed to never return. Now without you, my tomorrow is dark forever. I have lost myself numerous times and never had many regrets; because it is nothing but destiny winning every inch of the war.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

As he takes a step close to him and at the same time Labret will move backward, Chaos the collar of his shirt as he gets close to him. “So, you’re f*cking scared to die now?” Chaos said as he stood him. “I’m Labret Demson and you can’t kill me this easy, and I’m not scared of anything even dying---” “Then f*cking die.” Chaos said as he buried his gold dagger at Labret stomach. “S-spencer.” Labret said as he felt the pain of the dagger buried in his body and how Chaos kept pushing it.

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

Chaos summoned out a wrath of black clouds and started to shoot it at them. “Dodge it,” said Ruby. Her phoenix spiral passed the black clouds. “One shot,” shouted Ruby. Her phoenix shot out a hyper beam and hit it straight in the chest. Chaos screeched as it got hit. “Destruction!” shouted Eric. His golden dragon shot a laser beam and sent it straight between Chaos’s foreheads. Chaos was screaming as it pierced it’s darkness. “Too bright, too bright,” it screeched. “Oh, so it can talk,” said Eric.

Space twisted around Chaos as if the rules of reality were merely suggestions he had invented and could therefore ignore whenever he pleased. For the first time, I truly understood their names. Order controlled what existed. Chaos controlled what could exist. Together, they were terrifying. Elias slammed his hands together, and hundreds of shadow creatures poured from the cavern walls. Hunter immediately stepped forward. "Those are mine." His shadows collided with Elias's while Sol shifted partially beside me, scales spreading over his arms as fire erupted from his hands. I joined them, sending silver energy through the creatures while Sol's flames consumed anything that managed to reach us.